Looking around, flashing lights, people talking, loud music, it was a lot.

Your friends had brought you to a party for your birthday, and you would be joking if you said you were not regretting it. At least a bit.

Most of the night, you spent your time by the drinks. You were to shy to dance, the loud music growing annoying over time, you just wanted to go home.

Adding on, multiple men tried getting your number.

“You’ve been sitting here a while, Cupcake.” You perk up to find a pinkette cleaning some cups with a rag, looking over at you.

You simply nod, shifting in the uncomfortable bar stools. Your friends were dancing with random guys on the floor, leaving you here. On your birthday, alone.

She sighs, placing a drink down next to you. “On me.” She simply says, knowing you needed it. She slightly leaned over the counter as you take a taste test, trying to get a better look at you.

“Now, what’s a girl as pretty as you doing sitting here alone?” She question’s, wanting to make your night just a tiny bit better. Even if that meant a free drink and letting you rant to her. It’s not like she had anything else better to do, now that everyone was slowly leaving.